It's confirmed, we're pregnant. Now I have to resign from work, because there's some concern about some of the chemicals we use in the lab. Some of the fumes are making me nauseous. I've got to tell my boss tomorrow.

We're pregnant! It's not 100% confirmed yet. Still have to go see doctor.

M is home. Yay!

What is it about pets? I can spend hours watching the rabbits do nothing.

Last night was fun, it was just me and Dog, dancing around the house, me wearing the red tutu that W had made for me. Dog freaked and ran into the hallway when I took down my dancing sword. The mood was broken when M called again. He's on holidays, and in my opinion shouldn't have to call so often. I wouldn't bother if I was him. Then again I'm not a typical female.

I don't wear make-up. My friend sent me some you tube links to make-up tutorials. You think she's trying to tell me something?

M is away on holidays, bushwalking with S, so it's just me and Dog. It's been great, he follows me everywhere. Pity I can't have the rabbits and guinea pigs in the house too.

Dog is just too cute. Every evening when we let him in the house, he drags his bed from the hallway to the lounge so that he can sit with us.

Still exhausted...sick of work, getting homesick, wedding plans stressing me out. I don't want a big wedding. Heck, if I had my own way, I would elope. I'm not even sure if I can take time off to go away aftewards but M wants a honeymoon then a trip to Ireland later in the year. So he's pressuring me to quit my job if I can't get the time off. Then he'll start resenting my unemployed state...again. Even though he promises not to. There's a big difference between intellectually accepting something and how you really feel.

Sometimes I'm tempted to just run away...